Solo album from the vocalist of Hijokaidan. "Such a fucking poetry of the gap, something very close to Yoko Onos orgasmic vocalisations, to Diamanda Galas menstrual glossolalias, to Linda Sharrocks (*) sexual negritude. What a free from the ritornello (**) free music, what a totally free chant, so let the listener go through to it and let him free to listen to that. To that psychoanylists id, to the trouble Eros, to the perforated tongue from the pornographic body. It surely takes a lot of perversity to get submitted to that. To that improbable soundtrack from a porno film (***) which would look like some inverted movie, like some black pictures. It surely takes a lot of terror to listen to that voice but you may call it beauty. Because that voice deals with some wonderful confusion (something between pleasure and pain), that indiscernible space due to the man who lays upon a woman. A frightening paroxystical flow. Almost endless quavering deep into the dyslexic monstrous climbing up to inhuman shrills voice, held close by the auditory pain. Her chant as a desiring machine one more time building up some unspeakable, some terror so. A chant coming from the pleased or from the suffering body. Junko made a poem out of the scream which gets the atom particles speed and its dread too that is grinding both the word and the meaning. Hop ! Got free from the semiotic chain, as the rising of an organless body among the small world of music -- try to imagine the neighbourhood terror -- but imagine that this scream was calling us : did you hear something?" - Michel Henritzi.